For those who don’t know, I work at a pizza factory (not the franchise, a literal factory that makes pizza.) It’s a decent gig, I make sure the quality of the pizzas produced are up to pizazz, and the people I work with are fun to interact with.

When I say that I work at a pizza factory, I specifically mean the people who actually quality check said pizzas that were already made. We have to make sure the toppings, portions, and bake all are in compliance with the standards we are known for. That’s not to say that I don’t know how to make pizzas, because I can go out on the line and make the pizzas if need be. My primary focus is on the pizza quality.

My group consists of pizza testers, and the person in charge is known as the pizza overseer captain — the POC. We get delivered pizzas that are ready to go by those who work on the line, they’re the subject of today’s woe for me.

Here I am making sure that all the pizzas are of utmost quality, when some line workers come in and tell me that I need to check that 480 — yes, four hundred and eighty, pizzas are all ready for oven — ARO. I’m not the POC so I don’t know how to handle this, and against my better judgment I told them that I would talk to the POC myself and they hand me the pizzas and an order form. I bring everything to the POC and I am told that the order form is lazily done and not even complete. Here starts the wild goose chase.

I head out on the line trying to find the workers who gave me the pizzas, and I tell them to finish the order form. They write some shit down then I bring it back to the POC, who tells me that they fucked up again and that they need to finish it COMPLETELY. So I do another trip, and mind you that I am carrying four hundred and eighty pizzas. Third time seems to be the charm because it is filled out adequately and everything is good to go.

But man, all this bullshit back and forth over fucking pizzas. Could you imagine working at a place that has to deal with customers on a daily basis? I’m not even talking about a place like a bar that offers pizza — the kind of bar that has games in order to entertain the kids. I’m talking about those giant fast food chains like Domino’s where people want to get their deals and their delivery at the same time. Couldn’t be me because fuck that noise.